Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

Jiang Wanwan returned to Bali at the invitation of Huanyu to assist in the investigation.

She was initially very impatient, but when she heard that Cheng Ye was also on the island, she immediately perked up.

Her interest in Cheng Ye began the moment she first met him.

That was an after-party for a top luxury brand dinner.

The atmosphere was lively, with everyone smiling and seemingly at ease in the world of fame and fortune.

There is only one exception.

Cheng Ye was curled up alone on the sofa in the corner, wearing an oversized trendy hoodie and a beanie pulled low, revealing only his sharp jawline and tightly pursed thin lips.

He exudes an aura that says "get lost," standing out starkly against the insincere sentimentality around him.

But ironically, that cold and wild energy is particularly attractive.

Jiang Wanwan nudged her manager and asked with interest, "Who's that handsome young man over there with the cold face? A new face?"

The agent's expression changed slightly: "Who have you set your sights on this time? That's not some cute puppy. I've heard from people in the industry that he's a wolfhound that bites, with a terrible temper. Don't mess with him."

The more she said that, the more interested Jiang Wanwan became.

She loves the tough, thorny parts; only the hardest bones taste good.

That very night, she asked a producer she knew to get Cheng Ye's private WeChat account.

I sent her a friend request, but she ignored me all night before finally replying with a message.

"Find a job through an agent."

She followed it with a phone number, and then I rejected her immediately.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the cold, official reply, but instead of getting angry, she laughed.

That's awesome!

Many people rejected her, but Cheng Ye was the first to be so rude.

Later, when she heard that a drama was in talks with Cheng Ye for the male lead, she immediately asked her agent to contact him.

Given her current status, taking on this kind of low-budget light comedy would actually be a step down for her.

But if I could film with Cheng Ye for a few months...

This was a good deal.

Now that she has successfully stayed on the island, she naturally won't let this opportunity pass and has begun to harass Cheng Ye intensively.

Cheng Ye was so annoyed that he bombarded his agent with messages.

"Can I leave tomorrow? I really don't want to stay any longer."

The agent replied almost instantly, immediately wailing, "We signed a contract with Huanyu in black and white. Now you're just going to walk away? You're going to pay the penalty for breach of contract? I'm begging you!"

Cheng Ye cursed and pulled out his headphones, wanting to play a couple of games to clear his head.

"Knock knock knock—" The door rang.

He frowned and looked through the peephole, and there stood Jiang Wanwan, smiling radiantly, outside the door.

She was wearing a silk slip dress with a neckline so low it was almost unbearable to look at, and she had only loosely draped a jacket over it.

Don't make your intentions too obvious.

Cheng Ye crossed his arms and leaned against the door, pretending to be dead.

Jiang Wanwan's sweet voice came from outside the door, tinged with laughter: "Teacher Cheng~ Don't hide, I can see the shadow moving under the crack in the door."

He took a deep breath, flung open the door, and his tall frame completely blocked the entrance: "Get to the point."

"Is Teacher Cheng this fierce to everyone?"

As Jiang Wanwan spoke, her body went limp and she leaned forward, almost falling into Cheng Ye's arms. "Oh..."

Cheng Ye reacted extremely quickly, immediately dodging to the side the moment she leaned in, his movements clean and swift.

Jiang Wanwan missed her target and stumbled half a step before she could steady herself by leaning against the wall.

The perfume she had carefully prepared filled the air, so sweet it made one dizzy.

"Professor Cheng, won't you invite me in? I'd like to talk to you about the play we're working on together..."

Cheng Ye remained motionless, his arm positioned across the doorframe like a wall, blocking the way: "Say it here if you have something to say."

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan lowered her voice and said, "Teacher Cheng, what do you think your fans would think if they knew that I was being so intimate with you in a hotel late at night?"

Cheng Ye's face instantly turned cold. "Are you threatening me?"

She waved her phone meaningfully: "How could I dare? I'm worried... from the moment I walked over, some photos might already be in the paparazzi's hands. Do you want them to release them?"

Cheng Ye hates being threatened, especially by people he dislikes.

He stared at Jiang Wanwan, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

When the incident of Jiang Wanwan being secretly photographed caused a great uproar on Weibo, he suspected that it might have been orchestrated by the woman herself.

Now he was almost certain.

Do you really want to use the same lame trick on him again?

He chuckled and slowly pulled something out of his hoodie pocket.

Jiang Wanwan's expression changed instantly.

She hadn't expected Cheng Ye to pull this stunt. Just then, her phone rang, the sharp ringtone breaking the deadlock.

She frowned impatiently: "Feed me? Not now! How about 3 PM tomorrow?"

She hung up the phone in a huff, clearly extremely annoyed, but she didn't show it in front of Cheng Ye.

She quickly adjusted her expression and took half a step forward.

"Cheng Ye, with my current status and resources, I could easily make you a top star if I wanted to. With your face and your charisma, you could definitely become a sensation with a little effort."

Her red lips curved slightly, but her tone suddenly changed: "But if you insist on going against me, the road ahead will be very difficult. After all, this industry is neither small nor very big."

Cheng Ye found these words laughable.

He entered the entertainment industry purely as a hobby; whether he becomes famous or not, he doesn't care at all.

Those empty titles and popularity are not as real as a game in his eyes.

"Are you done talking?"

He smirked. "Flatter me? You?"

He glanced at her from head to toe. "Save your resources. Use them to promote your own little puppy. This lousy industry, I can leave anytime I don't want to be in it anymore. Do you think I care?"

Jiang Wanwan's smile vanished completely. She stared at Cheng Ye for a few seconds, then squeezed out through gritted teeth, "Fine, very well. It seems Teacher Cheng isn't in the mood tonight. No problem... we'll meet again another day."

After saying that, she turned and left, wearing high heels.

Cheng Ye slammed the door shut and locked it.

But the scent of Jiang Wanwan's perfume still lingered in the air, giving him a headache.

He pulled out a bottle of custom-made perfume that he never parted with and sprayed it vigorously into the air.

He didn't recover until the entire room was filled with the smell of figs.

The fleeting glimpse of that silhouette he had caught at the airport flashed uncontrollably through his mind again.

Is it really not him?

It's so damn similar...

He took out two more paroxetine tablets and swallowed them, repeating the same words to himself over and over again.

He's just someone you imagined because you're under too much pressure, like a game character. He doesn't exist at all... not at all.

The more he tried to convince himself, the more determined he became.

How could it not exist?

Who was he doing it with two hundred times before?

Who was the person he kissed so hard he choked in the Star Awards dressing room?

Whose cause is this endless feud between the two fan groups?

He didn't believe it; he thought there must be something wrong with the world, not with him.

The medication gradually took effect, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

The most ironic thing about fate is that the phone call he just made to Jiang Wanwan was from the person he had been longing for day and night.

They were so close that he could almost hear Shi Ran's voice, but he still missed it.

At that moment, Shi Ran was lying in the suite on the floor above him, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.